Preface: My G key is a feeling a little shy today. Sometimes it will pop up, but as of late it likes to peace out for a second just to make me sound like a hick. I've been correctin it but I've decided that to make things more interestin, I'm just oing to let it live. It can show up if it wants. If you so desire you can read my blog with a western accent and please, feel free to make it as hickish as possible.

I was thinkin today about updatin my blog...and I was ponderin the various things I could write about. There's the expected update that I could give you all about my life and Ryan's life. There's also the political update. You know, my views on the current catastrophes and not so current idiots runnin the country. I could also do an update on things I've been learning. The fabulous character I've been building with all this hard married stuff but you wanna know what I really want to blog about? Well, I'll tell you as I know what a burning desire it has been for you all.

These are the questions that have been circling around my head as I try to avoid being an adult.

1st - What is it about Asian women and their stuffed animals? It's a trend I've noticed lately and it has rendered me quizzical. Not that a love of stuffed animals is a bad thing but to carry them in your purse past the age of 10? You guys know what I mean. I don't know why this has fascinated me so much. But now that I've mentioned it, you guys are going to see it everywhere. Asian women with stuffed rabbits or bears or hello kitties shoved in giant designer purses. Truuust me.

2nd - In a pile of underwear that contain 5 good pairs and 1 bad pair of underwear, how is it possible that I, 90% of the time, pull out the 1 bad pair? Riddle me this, my friends, because it happens to me with so many things! The giant pile of bobby pins that contain that one weird bobby pin. The pile of candy that contains that one piece that someone licked and put back in the bowl. Is it because I expect it? What, guys, what? What is it?

3rd (this is the last bit of insanity) - Remember how wonderful the Harry Potter books are? Remember how badly we all secretly, or not so secretly, wished a Hogwarts letter would show up in the mail? Remember how invested we all were in the lives of the characters? I'm re-experiencing all this as I go through the series again and it's terrific. It's like having lunch with an old friend. Speaking of friends, I had a very wise one who reminded me of an even wiser bit of truth: We read to know we are not alone. Although none of us have battled Voldemort, we all face very real and sometimes heartbreaking battles that leave us with scars. Harry's injustice he finds in Snape's classroom I can find relatable each day as I go to work. Harry's battle with Voldemort I find relatable as I battle my own inner demons. Reading really is spectacular. Books offer us somethin movies can never even hope to come close to. But that's just my opinion. I know my husband would think otherwise ;)

Alright, I'll be an adult now. Buuuh.

So here's the update: Ryan has recovered so well. During the whole recovery process we got to visit my family for a week. It was absolutely the best thing we could've done. I needed it so badly and it was overwhelmingly difficult to leave them. No one understands you quite like your family. I wish it was easier to live far away. I wish it was easier to travel back and forth between places. Anyone have a trillion dollars they want to give me so I can see my family whenever I want? Oh, that's right, I'll ask Obama for it since he's got us poor people in mind. What's that you say? He's already wasted that money? On what? On nothin? Well Darn. (That's my political plug).

In other news, I'm looking for a new job. Anyone? I take $6,000 a month. No less. I've got some super power secretarial skills so, you know, I'm worth a lot.

Oh, I forgot, I got violently ill this week. I want to be delicate when I talk about this because I know I have a few male readers, but my illness was related to my female gender (no I'm not pregnant). And I wont go into details either because I know you're all just blushing and/or saying "Jeese!" like my dad does when a Tampon commercial comes on TV. Pretty much, something is wrong and any prayers you could offer would be much appreciated.

So in church Ryan is teaching the 11 year olds in Primary and I'm the Secretary in Primary! Cute, huh? Yeah I'm not sure I told you guys this stuff but I don't care. Anyway when Ryan got called a huge smile broke out on my face because I knew he was going to be great at it. And he HAS been great at it. He thinks of stuff to do in lessons that I would never have the imagination to dream up. He's perfect for this group of kids. As for me, I never liked Primary as a kid. I used to ditch and write about how much I hated it in my journal. I helped in Ryan's class one week and all those familiar feelings of rebellion came back as I sang all those classic songs. It was in that instant that I knew somehow they'd get me in the primary. I have to admit, although I'm at a complete loss as to what I'm doing, Primary this time around is a lot better :) Most likely because I'm not a 190 lb 11 year old with an early and unfortunate case of acne. Bless those glory days. BLESS THEM!

Alright. This concludes my blog update. I hope you've liked it. I wrote it just for YOU!

P.S. To those family members that have made it this far and know this inside joke:

Why da he have tha white thing?